Surprisingly (it didn't feel like it), I read more books this year than any other year since I started paying attention. Some of these were re-reads of things I'd recently unpacked after spending 3 years in a Brunswick garage - a few things by and some stuff I hoped might inspire me (or something). I picked up some more and stuff in second-hand bookshops in Chiang Mai, which fed my insatiable appetite for words by either of those two men. I finally read Our Man in Havana, thanks to a nice little second-hand shop in Thornbury (pictured above). Still, re-examining the list reveals a fairly narrow range of reading, which I feel I ought to try and do something about next year.